KQT's Notes
first revision finished 30/4/24, second revision finished 10/9/24, third revision finished 17/1/25. RAVii's verse is taken from the second revision, i'm sure he's improved his skills since then but out of respect i'm using his old verse. he's permitted me to too.
// intro //
i can't cry
// verse 1 (KQT) //
miserable, i'm here alone
nothing to do in this solemn home
well, they say it's cause we live in the outback
well, fuck that, them cuck ass
i don't wanna be reminded of my failures, disappointment
apply some anointment, norman can't comfort me, how annoying
overreacting a little, attempting to sob on the floor
realising that i can't solve shit that's outta my control
hold your horses, don't feel sorry for me
i don't want you to feel any empathy
i don't want to- uh, bore you with all my problems
unless you have telepathy, but you don't, so it's the end of me
and my mental state
what a fucking waste
with all that's left, i just have to make haste
paste a fucking smile on my despondent face
and blame nate for my motherfucking shitty fate
man, i hate it
wish my mind had made it, i'm fading
into the background
i blend in with the prisoner
a fissure
wish her well, but i fucking miss her
all my fucking fault (fuck!)
// chorus //
now i can't cry
all my feelings been canned inside
no, i ain't fine
but i'm gonna be alright
// verse 2 (KQT) //
wait, i said i was gonna be okay?
well, i don't know, i don't think that i'll ever see the day
where i get a partner, grow up and have a son and daughter
never thought of that, but i've always thought of her
don toliver
but she's gone now
damn, it feels so hard now
feels like i got knocked down
i think my heart's still stuck in the lost and found
afraid i might drown in my own tears
my fears still envelop me
i'm holdin' on for dear life onto my conscience
she tugged on my heart's strings and fucked everything in the process
still longing for a sense of belonging
i need a girl who can make me feel at home without being immodest
i don't need a fucking goddess as my wife
i just want a woman who's actually fucking nice
if i get another woman, which is never
i'll just be hoping that she don't ruffle my feathers
and that she's empathetic, maybe athletic, but definitely not a heretic
i don't care if she think she pathetic
but as long as she got these qualities, she's fucking perfect to me
don't tell me you got the heebie-jeebies
watching a scary little movie that's only rated as g
but honestly, i don't give a fuck
your personality's perfect, yet you say i don't care enough
i guess i'm down on my luck
thought one day we would fuck
and get children, well that's a bluff
then i got kicked out
removed from your life like some motherfucking dandruff
now you tell me, "ooh, that's rough "
bitch, you turned my life upside down like i got run over by a truck
no point wearing a trump hat
i took my shit, got in the car, and left from the cul de sac
"fuck her, i don't even care about her anymore "
that's what i told myself so fucking long ago
it hurts to realise that know i'm thirty two years old
lookin' back, her love just seems so cold
now i wanna feel pity for the little younger me
but then i realise that it couldn't have done anything
as i sit there, shedding a tear or two
i think of you, but
// chorus //
i can't cry
all my feelings been canned inside
no, i ain't fine
but i'm gonna be alright
// verse 3 (RAVii) //
i can't fucking cry
i don't know if it's been alright
my whole life, been putting up a fight only to be casted out to the dark side
lady, why got me going crazy
you got me writing songs for you, can't seem to get over you
do you feel the same for me too? i hurt myself in my living room
lady, you got me crawling up my room floors, you got me banging doors and my eyes all sore
i can't even find out why i even love you for
i remember nights, for hours we would call
sometimes, i slip my lips but you forgot cause you was drunk
out there with jackson having fun
while i drown in my frown, what am i, a fucking clown?
// verse 4 (KingA) //
I can't cry, pretend to be fine but I ain't
I try to be kind to y'all but I can't, it's insane
I feel the weight of my mind, I feel the weight of my brain
I feel the weight of combined, with blood and tears through my veins
All that remains, is a hurricane of hurry raging
through my brains, left and right, side to side, hurt is fading
contemplating, to all the couples on the streets couple making
I'm dying lonely, all that time I'm fucking wasting
I'm fucking broke, and have never seen a broken me
I'm fucking close, an overdose is getting close to me
A fucking rope would fill the hope and tend the mystery
Hoping that a rope can hug my throat and end the misery
A thunderstorm storming like a storm on Normandy
Normally I'm socially, but morally I'm totally
A nobody, nobody loves me or even mourns for me
Hopefully there's somebody who someday sees some more in me
